THE AMAZING DICK GRAYSON

Number 100!!!

It's number 100 guys!!! We made it all the way here! Thanks for sticking with me and joining me on this weird journey to 100 chapters!!!

I love you all! Thank you so much!

Now let's get into the story!

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TW: There is the use of a not common but not uncommon drug called Scopolamine, or the Devil's Breathe. If that's unsettling or triggering please don't trigger yourself or make yourself uncomfortable. Nothing like rape or anything horrible is done because of the drug but its used, just letting you all know!

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The feeling of waking up in a place you aren't supposed to was still something Dick wasn't used to. He didn't think he'd ever get used to it (and he hoped he never did). And the feeling of waking up after being drugged or hit in the back of the head to hard was never all that fun in his opinion.

But where did he find himself? Waking up on a bed that didn't feel like his own. And feeling the after affects of a drug he still wasn't sure about.

What'd be awesome was if he could remember what happened before this. Or at least why he was drugged to unconsciousness and kidnapped.

First things first, check the surroundings.

Dick cracked his eyes open and felt the soft sheets he was under. He was surprised to even find himself in such a comfortable space after a kidnapping. His gloves were gone, along with his boots, but he wasn't in any restraints so there's a plus.

His movements were sluggish as he pushed himself up to look around the room. The walls were simple, a bland dark-grey with nothing on them. He also took note that there weren't any vents or windows anywhere, so whoever took him wasn't an amateur. The room was empty besides a desk with nothing on it by the door.

Dick's vision was to out of wack for him to even think about getting up to check it. He was sure it was locked though.

Whoever took him meant business and probably had a plan for him. Which was never good for him.

Dick laid back down as his vision took a dip a few seconds longer than he would've liked it to. Whatever drug was in his system was still hitting him. He needed to figure out what it was, or how to power through it to get out of here. Whatever it was - was definitely wearing off some. His limbs weren't as tight and his mind was less muggy.

He was close to falling back asleep when a creak from the door stirred Dick from his almost unconsciousness. He kept his eyes shut and made himself look as relaxed as possible. They stepped in and stayed quiet. Dick could hear their soft - near silent - steps walk towards him.

"I know your awake, child."

If Dick had any less self-control he would've sputtered and shot up in an instant. But this guy wasn't an amateur and may just be trying to trick him. So he kept his breaths shallow and slow, making sure to stay still.

"Get up, Grayson."

Oh no.

What kind of idiot doesn't make sure their mask is still on! Bruce was going to kill him! Heck! Damian would make him give up his cape in an instant! Stupid, stupid, stupid!

Dick opened his eyes, looking over to where the voice had come from with a glare.

Double oh no.

Bruce and his brothers had warned him about this guy. Wilson? Something Wilson was . . . Deadpool? Deadshot? No, Deathstroke? Deathstroke that was it.